In the laboratory, Ye Jia and the others are busy, they are conducting a pathogen division experiment, which is a very important research conducted by the research institute of C University and the government. At present, this kind of technology is controlled by Europe and the United States, and the country has to spend a huge price to buy only products, not technologies. In order to solve this problem, the state has invested heavily in research, and Ye Jia's doctorate degree is in this field, and he has devoted himself to research for many years and is the main person in charge of this project. Now that the theory has matured and the preparations have been sufficient, the success or failure of this time is related to whether an incurable disease can achieve an unprecedented new breakthrough, and everyone is fully engrossed in it, and does not dare to take it lightly.

It was late at night, and Ye Jia was engrossed in studying a parameter, when the hand holding the utensil suddenly shook and almost fell to the ground. There was a dull pain in the left rib. Since I met Feng Feng, this place has almost never been painful, and today, why is there such a strange feeling?

His face was pale and his expression was frightened, and the assistant next to him was a little surprised, and hurriedly reminded him: "Doctor Ye......"

Ye Jia settled down, and his heart was disturbed and panicked for no reason.

"It's been three all-nighters in a row, Doctor Ye, why don't you go and rest for a while."

"No, you can't give up halfway. Let's move on. ”

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The complex research continued, and it was not until the early hours of the morning that Ye Jia walked out of the laboratory and let out a breath. The laboratory had to be kept in a vacuum and there could be no sound. His work phone is always out and his assistant takes care of everything. He took out his personal phone, which was rarely called, and only a few people knew about it.

He looked at the above, there were actually 5 missed calls, all of which were from Feng Feng.

The feeling of uneasiness in his heart intensified, and he hurriedly called, but it was: "The phone you made is turned off." "Why didn't Feng Feng answer the phone? He was surprised and disappointed, and called several times in succession, only to find that it was almost three o'clock in the morning at this time, but he was afraid that people had already rested, so how could they answer the phone?

The woman in the story overlaps with the back in the dream, but he can't think about it much, and in front of work, everything has to give way. He stood by the window for a while, only a moment of rest, the work had to continue, there were still a few days, these were the most critical days, there was no delay for a moment, it took a lot of money and the efforts of countless people, everything had to make way for it, this is the minimum professional ethics.

However, for the first time in my heart, I wanted to escape, how did the remaining few days become so difficult?

He thought that after he came out, he must find Feng Feng as soon as possible, not because of that story, but because he suddenly wanted to see her, and he couldn't tell the reason, he just wanted to see her immediately.

How could she call herself so many times? Take a closer look, those calls were not made on the same day, the most recent one was made yesterday evening, if Feng Feng was not in a hurry, how could he call himself again and again?